Kael's POV
The words settled over the room like the first snow of winter—quiet, inevitable, changing everything they touched.
The White Wolf.
Ryker was the first to find his voice. "That's why she feels different." It came out rough, stripped of its usual edge.
"Yes," my father confirmed, something woven through his voice that sat between pride and sorrow. "She's the last of her bloodline."
The guilt that moved through me was dull and relentless—the kind that didn't arrive all at once but spread slowly, finding every corner. We hadn't just ignored her. We'd hurt her. We'd treated something sacred like it was worthless, and we'd done it consistently and deliberately for thirteen years.
I saw her face in my mind—the way she always seemed to shrink slightly when we entered a room. Not w
